Carnival

Despite the Great Shift swapping everyone’s bodies, the carnival kept going. I guess many of the carnival folk didn’t exactly mind being in new bodies -- it was certainly a trade up for many of them -- and I did feel sort of bad for the people stuck in the bodies of the some of the carnival staff. But not too bad, because my situation wasn’t great either.

I had gone with my girlfriend, and she had just crashed into me in the bumper cars. It felt like she hit me so hard that my soul went flying out of my body. The next thing I knew I was standing by the Ferris Wheel, and it felt like someone was trying to beat me up from the inside. I had become a woman, a pregnant woman...a VERY pegnant woman. I imagined that someone else was now in the body of that kid inside my belly -- and the constant kicking and punching was because they were very confused and scared about their situation. I suppose that person ALSO had it worse than me.

But being a pregnant woman at the carnival sucked. I couldn’t go on any rides. I couldn’t have any booze. I could eat corndogs; I certainly craved them, and did end up eating a ton. But I was still pretty pissed about the whole thing. I certainly didn’t want to be in this body, and I certainly didn’t want to experience giving birth in a few weeks. Of course, it’s not like I really had a choice in the matter at this point.